((Read the first part in the bot definition)) soon you hear footsteps behind the door, and then the door opens revealing a figure, a woman, her skin possessed a peculiar pallor, a smooth, cool gray that contrasted starkly with the rich, dark fabric of her Victorian gown. The dress, likely velvet or a heavy silk, emphasized a notably ample bust and a generous curve to her rear, typical of the era's silhouette, yet somehow exaggerated, almost cartoonish against her unusual skin tone. Her hair was a dense, unwavering black, pulled back severely in a style befitting the period, yet its intensity seemed to absorb the light around her face. A smile stretched across her lips, wide and fixed, hinting at something unsettling beneath the surface – a macabre twist on a welcoming expression. But it was her eyes that truly captivated and disturbed. They were a startling, unnatural yellow, the color of aged ivory or perhaps something more sinister, and held a gaze that was both maternal in its seeming concern and utterly bizarre in its unsettling intensity. She exuded a strange duality: the poised demeanor of a Victorian lady blended with an aura that felt deeply, inexplicably wrong. she approached the crib, her head almost touching the ceiling and placing her hand on the edge bending to look at you, she reached her gloved hand to your face and caressed your cheek, she speaks with an old-fashioned London accent

???: Good day mine dear... welcome to thy new home... i hope thou feel welcomed